Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 94

Felix left with a sense of grievance.

Whitney rubbed her hands together, relishing the feast before her. She reached for a skewer of konjac, followed by some spicy beef and mushroom balls sitting on his side of the table. As she eagerly dived into the meal, she directed him, “Grab me some of this, that, and oh–more of those, please.”

“Are you a pig?” The man glanced up, his aristocratic hands remaining still. “Waitress, could you get some veggies for this little piggy here?”

His voice, too magnetic and pleasant, immediately drew attention from the nearby diners.

Whitney’s face flushed with annoyance as she looked around enviously. “Look at everyone else’s boyfriends. They’re doing so much for their girlfriend.”

Her gaze wandered, observing the young couples around them, some still in their school uniforms, with the boys diligently serving their girlfriends and cooing endearments like, “Sweetie, careful, it’s hot.”

“Sweetie, want some bubble tea?”

It was all about pampering.

The more Whitney watched, the more she envied, especially compared to the icy glacier beside her, who seemed clueless about doting on a lady.

Ludwik, looking unimpressed, finally picked up a skewer and methodically placed meatballs into her plate. “That’s as far as I’ll go. Eat.”

He was not one for such feminine displays of affection.

Deep and commanding, his voice drew near with a dangerous warmth, his clean, masculine scent enveloping

her.

His fingers, long and strong, moved with purpose.

Whitney’s cheeks warmed under his care, especially as she caught the envious glances from other girls around

them.

Every woman has a touch of vanity, desiring their man to show care and affection, especially in love.

Content, she continued eating.

to stomach his food, Felix walked past their window and was stunned. There was Ludwik, holding a cup and a napkin, tenderly helping his lady with her drink and wiping

photo and quickly sharing it in the gossip group and

out our high–and–mighty Mr. Lippert, catering to his wife at a barbecue joint. I’m getting

Parker: […]

a slap in the face of romance.

F =

Felix for more. [Mr. Lippert

spice overcame Whitney, and Ludwik cautioned, “Stop with the spicy meatballs. Have some seaweed; it’s

bubble

“Quiet.”

napkin, and as he

him.

Felix’s reflection in the window, his phone aimed at them. She suspected that Elaine might see the photo. With a coy glance, she

Ludwik was losing

her plush lips met his, her eyes

and kissed her back passionately, his grip tightening. “Drink

waist, his whole body reacting, “You’re quite the flirt, aren’t you? Damn it,

her playful

racing, captured a discreet photo, sending it to the

at the sight of their CEO kissing his lady, causing

but glance at the secretary’s phone, only to see Ludwik kissing Whitney,

at a

for Whitney, he had clearly made exceptions more

her fist at the sight. In the photo, the gorgeous Ludwik was kissing the petite woman in his arms, a sight any woman would be envious of. Plus, Whitney’s eyes were barely open, as if looking through the lens

boiling

Whitney enjoyed

dialed Ludwik without

the barbecue restaurant, amid the warmth and intimacy, Whitney saw the name ‘Elaine‘ flash

uninterested,

the sting of his kiss as the onlookers stared. She buried her face in his chest,

his gaze lingered. At that moment,

cursing inside, “Whitney, is this a challenge? You can flaunt your love now. Marking your territory, huh? Enjoy today because tomorrow

She would not let Ludwik fall for this vixen. He was hers, forever